I waned as the date waxed,
left wondering when my flesh had become porcelain,
only able to move at the direction of a being greater than I.
There was something in surrender
but I could not.
I rebelled against it naturally,
my very soul lashing out in fear.
Whispers travelled from unmoving lips:
Why was this so difficult?
I guess I just wasn't as good at staying still.
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